Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.